Emerald Amulet | Poem

EMERALD AMULET

Windborne madness scatteringThe woodpile balanced on horehound tipsDeletes the map returning hummingbirdsWould have followed.Contagious though insanity may be,Those with the emerald amulet areLess susceptibleThan common thigh-riding skyhawks.Tentative steps of returning yearsRepot spinach and coleus.Air-rooted green chiliesEscape plodding reality-censors.The years do not demand coherence,Merely continuity.To whom does the vinegar wind belong?Surfeit of time, too thick,Is the mad-virus matrix.Yet it is not the hummingbirds nor horehoundNor even you nor IThat generates rain of thimbles.Frog mountain dances the scattered woodpileTo rest 'round the emerald heart of the whirlwind.